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lyrics
You had the money in the bank,
enough for any public school in the Yellowhammer State.
You fought for every cent wearing homemade pageant gowns.
You're momma never was too easy to please,
and she ain't been talking since you said you planned to leave;
daddy didn't understand how you could turn that money down.
But their place is in the rearview as you're driving away,
and you never really knew why you just couldn't stay
'til now.
Ain't it funny how those people we thought we were
are just like these strangers scattered across the patio,
telling lies and getting stoned and laughing at their own jokes?
Ain't it funny how you kinda just sneak up on yourself?
Your sister played a Japanese SG.
She'd often bare her teeth and sing
the foulest words she knew with an angry screeching sound.
She'd go out to the Nick every night.
Or some other piss-soaked Birmingham dive
with a pink mohawk and a Danzig-looking scrapper hanging around.
But now she's buying Gatorade for soccer games
with a husband who's never had to watch his weight
'til now.
Ain't it funny how those people we thought we were
are just like these strangers scattered across the patio,
telling lies and getting stoned and laughing at their own jokes?
Ain't it funny how you kinda just sneak up on yourself?
Desdemona, you rock 'n' roller
you're always on my mind.
Girl, c'mon over anytime.
Sad eyed-lady, you just can't save me,
but you can give it a try.
Girl, c'mon over anytime.